Hopefulness Poems

Hopefulness poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of hopefulness poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on hopefulness are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

“Life has ups and downs” said they, So she endured all the pain without any debate… Happiness will enliven her life soon, She was told, if she will wait… But gradually her hardship intensified further, And those hopeful eyes still

There is a fabric being woven, good and true A fabric that is added to, in every day, anew A tissue made of sacrifice, of hopefulness and love Each stitch a confirmation of a trust in things above Sometimes we

People are like apples picked from a tree, The beautiful ones with no imperfections are picked first, but that makes them bitter and unripe. The bruised and dented are picked last, but that makes them sweet and delicious. But beauty

Puberty A time of confusion It feels like a delusion With no coordination No organisation Puberty A time to love and hate You grow at an alarming rate Many need someone to help motivate Others are a little bit late

What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets

Once upon a lonesome January night love called at my door with a valentine. Blinded with ecstasy I gave up liberty- while on duty nesting for my brood. And so this is how I missed all the clues! One day

Precious Moments Merit To Be Written, In poems kept under the best of care, Never again will such events happen, For Time nary remakes a past affair; Perhaps, I might reread those rhymes someday, That flaunt of sweet caress your

The vertical thought had jumped on the moon without any qualms. Do you think, the dreams will sell to man these butterflies. The ants were waiting for the death of the lamb wandering in the neighbour’s field. O God, how

In hours of desolation, rue and despair Helps nothing except a heartfelt prayer Incessant teardrops of guilt and shame Might from hell’s list remove my name As kneel I down to my Lord so clement My hands of their heinous

Mental Illness not just a topic of discussion. A subject that many distance themselves from. As if they will suffer severe repercussion. The true reality of this illness is cast down. Ignored and simply dismissed. Biological and spiritually. This illness

Fortunately, it’s still reminiscent, that night, of shimmering moonlight, stars so bright, The strums of a guitar creating music divine, While we hummed as one and had some wine It brings alive pleasant memories of yore Fresh and redolent, enticing

Must bow before Omnicient There had been no dearth of grace in Must start schemes of things with His name synonym of kindness The Creator of all substance The Essence of Charm around Latent but exposed Beautiful to the best

Everything was easy and the good guy was me Chasing bad guys through the cobbled streets of Galilee The wine was sweet joy, the mad loving intense Lead bullets were flying, lives lost makes no sense I’m a man of

non compos mentis my monologue, non-believer will say, it was insult of salt, under the bark, white ants were climbing, boring into sap, kneeling, at war with yourself, disinheriting the loud blood, you want to thwart the murky ariel to

Singing about twinkle of the stars, Asking the black sheep for wool, Reading about spider making webs, I wish those days could come back again. In middle school had the first crush, When she would come around I would blush,

Winter fogs are delving over city Like birds of prey with breathless cold Each drop moistens your lips Passing shivering kisses like beloved. The last afternoon sun that brought comforting warm Meekly knocking at the door of grey sky, Her

The snow-capped royal mountain Oversees the landscape beneath Like a mighty monarch seated On a throne high above the earth Spread at the feet below Flower beds form a velvet carpet Emanating fragrance and cheers And the magic of rainbow

I once loved this girl Whose smile shone like a pearl, And at the school dance With every glance, She could make the boys stare With her elegant swirl. She had the most perfect scent With a busty set of

Reading esoteric science books I can foresee how a human being looks! Getting to know myself Starting to organize my bookcase shelf A visible being I am indeed Knowing the invisible me, I feel I am freed Freed from running

I don’t trust this calm, This serene state of now Clean and fair is fake, Bitter black holds my charm. Of course we’ll choose the light. Though I love you more on darker days. Burning, shining, crazed but real Pulling

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

Oh my dear best friend, Don’t run away from me please, come back, I believe that, you are best in this crazy world, As none can compete with you, You are faster of the fastest, And the genius of geniuses,

Motherhood — Is it a blessing or a hidden challenge Or both of them finely rolled Into a status unique and strange ? A privilege granted by the supreme Maker To all female beings here on the earth Deeming them

My Guitar Weeps My tired Fingers Strum The strings…. Crazy twangs Wild jingle… A sad song My guitar weeps The heaviness Of my lonely Heart…. The heart is wounded It bleeds The blood clots Into touching Words… A song is

Love, it’s not the first time that our eyes have met, Yet you show me nothing more than your yoga stretch, Hello swell who knows just as well that this ain’t no competition, Still you leave me forever baffled by

A unique, irreverent intruder: in my dying dreams, of a domain beyond the gifts. The corridor was full of specters in boiling air. The DNA will not cover the naked strands of desires. Put out to sea, my boat in